blue falls into pink falls into orange
as clouds dust the sky, they walk slowlyโ
alone, like the boy whose hands cradle
a piece of paper except heโs running and
I wonder if he, too, would like time to stopโ
My name is a song written by an arranged couple; their hearts joined by stars, jasmine, and gold. The sea whispers for them to come back to their homeland. They remain at the ends of an island. My name is a little girl.
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